“Hunter,’ she cried out.
“What, Skye?”
“God, Hunter…”
She came hard against him, with his finger inside her pussy, her muscles clenching at him the way it should be clenching around his cock.
Fuck, he needed to come.
He loosened his arm around her waist and began to unbutton his jeans. He slid them down enough to pull out his cock, rubbing it along her bare ass—
“Hunter,” admonished a voice. “Step back, brother.”
Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, his hold tightening once more around Skye. He dropped his head along the back of hers, shaking it as Leo repeated, “Hunter, step back, I said. We made a fucking oath.”
Skye was panting in his arms, turning her head like she wanted to see him. “Hunt,” she whispered. “Please.”
Please what?
Please ignore Leo and fuck her?
Please let go?
She wasn’t giving him any indication what she meant, and maybe she didn’t know herself.
But he let her go and stepped back, anyway, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Skye spun around to look up at him, but he had his back turned to her already. Fishing out his smokes, he sat down on the log as Leo stopped beside her, glaring at him.
Hunter didn’t look at him—because fuck him—as he lit up his smoke, his fingers trembling as he took his first puff. Skye was on him in an instant, dropping to her knees between his legs, staring into his eyes.
He stared back, his gaze drunk on the sight of her. The way he stared at her was positively voracious. His lust was thick, his eyelids heavy as he glimpsed her over, wearing that ridiculous fucking dress. He wanted to rip it in two and throw her back into his clothes. On the other hand, he wanted to buy her a thousand other dresses like it so he could tear them apart after fucking her in them.
“There’ll be no fucking,” Leo growled nearby, as if sensing his thoughts. “Don’t be unfair, Hunt.”
Hunter didn’t look at him, much less answer. He was lost in her cleavage, tilting his head to the side as he ran a finger down her throat and to the crack between her breasts. She edged closer, seemingly as entranced as he was.
“Put it out,” she whispered, referring to his smoke.
He’d hardly puffed on the fucking thing. He threw it down, his arms already wrapping around her body, pulling her to him so that her face was inches from his. Leo stood still behind her, gazing at them, never telling her to stop.
Because Leo liked this in a way.
He liked to watch her with Hunter. He could so easily touch her as she touched Hunter at the same time. Hunter didn’t understand it because he didn’t feel the same way.
He wanted Skye to himself.
“Tonight,” Leo spoke, his voice tight. “Just tonight, Hunt. No more. You won’t fuck her, either.”
Hunter pulled her dress down around her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits sprang out as he slowly tugged it down further. He cupped her soft tits with both hands, squeezing at them as he stared at her mouth.
He was going to fuck that mouth.
Her hands slid up his thighs, moving inwards. She pressed her hand against his cock, her breaths coming out faster now.
She wanted him, yes, she wanted this—
He kissed her suddenly, and it was all tongue and teeth. He kissed her because he missed her. He kissed her to remind her what was waiting for her on the other side, and then he pulled back, his anger rolling off him in waves, his want so electric, his pulse thumped in his ears as he growled, “Don’t fuck him in front of me, Skye. I’ll kill him. I can’t see it, understand?”
She’d barely nodded when he pushed her down on her back and moved over her body. He flipped her dress up, yanking her panties down to throw them aimlessly nearby. He spread her thighs apart along the sandy beach, demanding for Leo to, “Hold her arms down.”